1. Cosmopolitan Magazine is the dumbest thing to be printed on paper.
2. I buy it every month.
3. Even though I know it's complete shit.
4. The whole time I'm reading it, I talk to it like it can hear me.
5. All I ever say to it is "Oh, fuck off, Cosmo."
|I can has bukake?|
The irony of Kim Kardashian selling a perfume called "True Reflection" has explodered my brains. That dirty whore doesn't even know what her own face looks like anymore, under all that spackle.
|We can all has bukake?|
There's no such thing as a 'British accent,' you stupid assholes.
Maybe because he's covering up a fucking burp?
Yeah. He's probably the one raping people.
Wait -- no. There he is.